Bleeding Words

I’ve written them not because I couldn’t say them, But because I was afraid to say it all. I wrote them because I was afraid no one would believe the words coming out of my mouth. I wrote the sorrows of my heart in black and white. I wore a plastic smile that I could

Imagine A Nation. (imagine-nation)

Five steps back through time when a single thought was ignited in a fifteen year old mind.It was the thought to speak. Not be heard or be seen but to be read. It was a thought to create a population who could decipher what laid between the lines. It was a nation founded in this

Of a writers fear(A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

Has my best poem Already been written? If I made another recital Would you be there to listen? Have I set a bar so high That I may never reach it? Will my poems ever touch you In the way they once did? Have I already piqued The limits of my creativity? Is there anything

A true writer (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

To me- it’s more than words on a screen, I guess nothing is as it seems. I like to spell the word “word” With an “l” So it reads “world”- and I can think of the world, As being a fine collection of words- And I can think of words As being the substance of